2011: The Year In Review

The year 2011 has come in like any other year during my tenure here on Earth.  I should warn you now that it’s been pretty boring.  Any continued attempts on your part to finish reading this dribble is at your own expense.  This thing was just as stupid to write as it is to read.  Sure, the title has a certain wittiness to it, but it fell flat pretty quickly before I could get it to gain some momentum.

You’ve been warned.   

In order to follow through with some of the private goals I’ve set for myself this year, I’ve decided to get a jump on summarizing this year’s events as soon as possible.

Shortly after the new year rang itself in, I went to bed.  I had been watching TV up until midnight in an effort to stay awake for the occasion, yet at this point I don’t even think I could tell you what I was watching.  It seems like I was watching Zodiac the other night on FX, buy I honestly don’t remember if that was New Year’s Eve.  Having been on vacation for the last week, the days have seemed to run together.

Regardless, the efforts for me to stay up that late when I’m just sitting there watching TV are futile.  I can either be on the couch in the living room or on the bed in my bedroom and the narcolepsy sets in pretty quickly.  It’s been that way for at least twenty years that I can think of.

So I went to bed around midnight after wishing Wifey a Happy New Year and sending Little Girl off to bed.  By 12:05, I was up again because of the fireworks being shot off by hundreds of my closest neighbors.  The popping, cracking, and whistling…………………

Okay, here’s the deal.

I can’t write this thing.  What makes me think that my beloved readers want to come to their favorite website on the entire web to read accounts about how I sat around all day watching the Pit Bulls & Parolees marathon on Animal Planet?  Do you really care that I went to Blockbuster and continued to get irritated when the associate wouldn’t stop pushing their special deal on candy, popcorn, and a drink?

I don’t think so.

There you go people.  One down, 364 to go.

Randy Tharp

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